Holiday
Cold in Fort Lauderdale
I really can't say It's cold outside in Fort Lauderdale. But with bright skies, A high and returned mail. Black! 'Tis the season for treats. Warm cold temperatures, My cover is like a tree. A gift, who miss me? If Scrooge this morning... Imagine a beach spot Far away... fronts hot, And cold feet. Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts. Please leave a comment. Copyright 2024 K.A. Smith
By K.A. Smith2 years ago in Poets
Embers of Unity
Chapter 1: The First Flame The wind howled through the frozen chasms of Eldenstead, gnawing at the sturdy wooden homes and slicing through the warmest cloaks like a serrated whisper. In the heart of the village square, the Hearth of Ages stood tall—a majestic brazier whose flame had danced unbroken for more than three centuries. This was no ordinary fire; it pulsed with life, a vibrant ember embodying the very spirit of Eldenstead—a watchful guardian against the creeping shadows of despair.
By GoldenSpeech2 years ago in Poets
